Sean and Tiffany have just finished having a light dinner while watching the sun set outside of a cozy Key West cafe. They resume their hand holding as they walk down the street, pointing out different items of interest to each other. They hear an acoustic guitar echoing through a restaurant that has its doors open.
"You want to go in?" Tiffany asked.
"I can hear just fine from here," he said. "I kind of like keeping my focus on you."
"I kind of like it when you do," she admitted.
He takes her in his arms and starts softly speak-singing the lyrics to the song the guitarist is playing while they sway back and forth. "I'll bring fire in the winters. ... You'll send showers in the springs ... We'll fly through the falls and summers ... With love on our wings."
Tiffany chuckles.
"What's so funny, my singing?" Sean inquires.
"No, I like your singing," she said. "Always have. It's just this song. I used to think it was the sappiest song in the universe."
"So you changed your mind?"
"Yes, just now." She tries some of the lyrics herself. "Longer than there've been stars up in the heavens, I've been in love with you."
They stare at each other until neither can stand it any longer and the magnetic force draws them in for a kiss. And then wordlessly, they communicate that they'd much prefer being alone at that moment. They walk down the street, Sean's arm around her waist, and head for their bed and breakfast.

Sean opens the door and lets Tiffany walk into their room first. It's charming and airy, with a fan spinning over an enticing big bed topped with a fluffy white comforter.
"I can't remember the last time I felt this relaxed," Tiffany said. "This is a wonderful vacation."
"I agree," he said. "And a good reminder to stop and smell the roses every now and then."
Tiff sits on the edge of the bed. "It does sort of make me think about how we've gone pretty much full throttle since we were married. Even vacations we've been on tended to have something to do with work."
Sean sighs and sits down next to her. "My fault, I know."
"No, not your fault, just kind of the way things tended to play out," she said.
"You've always been incredibly wonderful about my work. ... And I've been thinking about it, and the work-home ratio has been out of kilter. I'm planning on changing that."
Tiffany smiles at the remark.
"You don't believe me, but I swear it's true," Sean said.
"I believe you mean it," she said. "But there's always something. There's a Ryan Chamberlain who needs to be caught, a Felicia or Karen who needs to be saved."
"Gail might call it a hero complex," he added.
"I wouldn't want to change that about you. I mean, and we haven't really discussed this, you tried to take a murder rap to save me. Which I never want you to do again, understand?"
"Can't make promises I can't keep," he said.
"When did that start?" she teased.
"Of all the people I'd like to protect and keep safe, there's no one I would want to do that for more than you. And I would go to any length necessary for you."
Her light-hearted smile fades. "You won't have to."
They lean into each other and kiss as though they don't have another choice. When they separate, Tiffany studies him carefully and she's not feeling any of the hurt that overwhelmed her so much earlier in the year. She's seeing a man who would do absolutely anything for her, not because he feels guilty but because that's how much he cares about her..
"Will you make love to me?" she asked tentatively.
"No," he replied.
"No?" she asked, completely taken aback.
"But I will make love with you," he said, enclosing her in his arms. "If you're sure..."
They lock eyes. "I am absolutely positive," she said. "I want to be with you, in every possible way."
Another kiss and then they're slowly taking off each other's clothes, skirting the edges of torture while heightening the intensity for the both of them. Tiffany finishes unbuttoning his shirt and wraps her arms between it and his body, treasuring the chance to do that again. Meanwhile, he's splaying kisses up and down her neck, gently caressing her hair. And they enjoy their anniversary to the fullest.

The next day, and with barely any sleep, they're still cuddling in the big bed. The song they heard the previous night is echoing through Sean's head and he starts singing it softly without realizing he's doing so.
"Through the years as the fire starts to mellow ... Burning lines in the book of our lives ... Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow ... I'll be in love with you ... I am in love with you."
Tiffany is clinging to him and completely rethinking her previous position on that song. She's sealing the memory in her mind so she'll have it in the future. After about a minute, another thought crosses her mind. "So..."
Sean already knows what she's leading up to. "Yes?" he asked, playing along.
"Well, you proposed. Renewing our vows, having another ceremony, whatever you had in mind."
"Yes, I did," he followed, enjoying the moment.
"And you said you had a ring that you were going to give me..."
"Also true. But you turned me down."
"How can you say that when I'm lying here in your arms."
"That's a very valid point," he said, a smile curving on his lips. "So do you want to renew our vows ... get married again?"
"We don't have to. We ARE married."
"I'd kind of like to speak the words again."
"You don't have to."
"I think I do," he said.
He untangles himself from Tiffany long enough to find his so he can take a box out of them. He quickly gets back into position, nestling her in his arms again before continuing. Behind her, he pops the box open and pulls out a ring. He takes her left hand in his and gently places it on her pinkie. It's a beautiful topaz stone, surrounded by two diamonds, very similar to the engagement ring with the emeralds.
Tiffany's breath is taken away. "Sean, it's gorgeous."
"No, it's a ring. A very nice one at that. But you are gorgeous," he said, leaning over to suckle her top lip. Then he places the ring on her finger and leans in to plant one on her bottom lip.
"In the name of God, I, Sean Donely, take you, Elsie Mae Crumholtz to be my lawfully wedded wife ... again. To still have and still hold. For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness - as we saw last week - and in health - as we are right now, to love and cherish not until death do us part, but for forever," he said.
He leans back and takes something else out of the box. Tiffany's heart skips another beat when she sees it. The ring is made of topaz stones and diamonds stretching all way around the ring just like the emeralds and diamonds on her wedding band. He slips that behind the topaz ring on her pinkie.
"Ohmigod, Sean," she said, just overwhelmed.
"I mean it, sweetheart. It's forever. There couldn't possibly be anyone else in the world I could love as much as you." Now he's kissing her with both lips and with more urgency. He cradles her in his arms, kisses both fingers with multiple rings on them and then starts to go to work on other areas. Tiffany feels blissfully happy and holds on to him with everything she has.

When they wake up a few hours later, the sun is already setting.
"Looks like we missed out on another day in paradise," Sean said.
"I don't feel like I've missed a thing," Tiffany replied. "In fact, I don't want to move from this bed - maybe ever. I just want to lie in your arms and look into your big brown eyes."
"What about some food?"
"OK, maybe we need some sustenance."
"Anything you want. Just name it."
"I'd really like an omelet. Some bacon, some cheese, some tomato."
"That does sound pretty good. Even if it is closer to night than breakfast."
"I think the cafe we were in makes them all day long."
"Then I'm off to procure some omelets for us, my love," he said.
She's hungry, but still unhappy to see him get out of bed and put on some clothes. "Hurry back."
"There is no other option, for I prefer to feast on you," he replied, winking at her as he left.
Tiffany snuggled back under the comforter. She looks at her rings and lays her head back on the pillow. "There couldn't possibly be anyone else in the world I could love as much as you," he had said. All of a sudden the words are reverberating in her head. They wouldn't stop. Her thoughts are bouncing in every direction.

Three days later, they are back on the couch in Gail's office. The air seems to be out of Tiffany, and she's had a fierce headache she hasn't been able to get rid of since Sean left her in Key West.
"So your trip was..." Gail started, leaving room for one of them to complete the sentence.
"It was great," Sean said.
"You're saying that a little less than enthusiastically, Sean," Gail said.
"We had an incredible first couple of days," he said. "We just keep getting closer and closer, in some ways I think closer than we ever were."
"And then?" Gail asked.
"And then I ruined it," Tiffany interjected.
"Nothing was ruined," Sean said. "You didn't spoil it at all, honey."
"Come on, Sean. You can't tell me that the last two days were like the first two days ... and nights."
"OK, no, they weren't. But I'm also not looking to put a Band-Aid on a bullet hole."
"Not the euphemism I would use, but Sean does have a point, Tiff," Gail said. "Can you tell me what happened?"
Tiffany gathers herself together to tell the tale and try to understand it herself. "When we got there, everything was perfect. It was warm and beautiful and we were so completely at ease with each other. Nothing was wrong." She looks at Sean, he takes her right hand in his. "We went to the beach, we had dinner, even danced a little in the street. We went back to our hotel and everything really was just right. We were reconnected on every level."
"You were intimate," Gail offered.
"Yes, and I didn't have a moment's hesitation about that. It's what I wanted, what we both wanted," she said, sniffing as the emotion starts well up inside her. "I wouldn't take that back. We love each other and we want to be together. Sean gave me these rings, he said his vows to me again." She shows them off with as much pride as she could muster in the moment and fidgets with them as she continues. "I really and truly wouldn't change a thing."
"So what changed?
"Sean went to get us some food and, all of a sudden, I felt like I was suffocating. Like I couldn't breathe. My mind was racing. All kinds of things ping-ponging around up there."
"Like what?"
"I don't know exactly. I was thinking about how he said he would never love anyone the way he loved me. That's supposed to be a good thing, right?"
"It can be," Gail said. "Go on."
"I guess ... I guess I started thinking about the baby we lost. He would have loved that baby as much, if I only..." she uttered before breaking down.
Sean tries to get closer so he can hug her in support, but the awkwardness of their positions makes it impossible.
"I can't say that's unexpected, Tiff," Gail said. "There are going to be times when something someone says or something that happens triggers that for you."
"Doesn't it always have to be so fresh in my mind like it just happened?" she said between sobs.
"It probably will seem that way when it does happen," Gail said. "You said a lot of thoughts were running through your mind. So what else did it bring up?"
"I just started thinking that if we're together again like we were, there's a chance we could make another baby," she said. "It's what I want most and my biggest fear at the same time."
"That can be very crippling," Gail said. "The fear that something awful like that can happen again is going to be somewhere inside you, whether it's buried or out in the open. Were you able to tell Sean about this?"
Tiffany shakes her head. "I just kind of closed down. I didn't want to. But I didn't want to spoil the place we had gotten to. Which, of course, I did anyway."
"You can tell me these things, sweetheart," Sean said. "It's not going to ruin anything. I don't want to just share the good times. Remember, for better or worse?"
"I know. I can't explain it. When we lost ... our little boy, I felt so alone. And this just kind of put me right back there. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," Sean said. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"See what I told you, though? Celebrating our anniversary just seemed like the wrong thing to do," she said mournfully.
Sean squeezes her hand and looks over at Gail helplessly.